Lack of evidence to the contrary, writing is constantly on my mind. And yet, here we are, posting for the first time since June 2020. How is that possible? I know that I like the idea of putting something out there but I’m having a hard time with commitment. By that, I don’t mean I’m a rolling stone, born to be free, unfettered by common bonds. Quite the opposite. My problem with commitment is that I take it very seriously. Failure to live up to a commitment is, for me, a source of intense shame. When I break a commitment, I imagine myself a sort of a spiritual Hester Pryne, my forehead branded with a psychic scarlet F (for failure) that is visible to the entire world. So the reason I haven’t written a post since the middle of last year had to do with commitment. If you read the very first post of this blog, I made a commitment to post something every Monday. I even touted the fact that making the commitment would be a call to action. I was a new person, ready to take control of my wri...